Almost 17 years of parenting and I experienced a new (first time) low earlier this month.
Heading to the doctor with our oldest to see if he had strep, I suddenly realized neither of the
two youngest were wearing any shoes. The mothering this house has taken a steep nose dive.
I took this picture after a pretty rough week this month. But that morning, as I attended
the baptism of a sweet little girl, as a new Primary president, I just felt grateful for my
incredibly good life and this calling that humbles me to the core on a regular basis.
I'm one of the few moms I know who usually get more done during the summer, while
the kids are home. Maybe not having four different school start times every morning
or having others my two littles want to play with during the day...who knows?
All I know is I love summer. And my morning walk today was gorgeous.
This guy is something else. He really is just stupendous and I feel so privileged
to be his mom. He is hilarious, brilliant, happy, kind and handsome. He had just
finished his first week of his summer job and truly rocked it. I adore him like crazy.
These two spent three days at youth conference and came home ridiculously happy,
very sunburned, super talkative and apparently a little weirder. I feel beyond grateful
for so many incredible leaders who sacrificed an unreal amount of time, effort, money
and kindness for our kids. This mom thanks you from the bottom of her heart.
On my way up to the temple this particular morning, I listened to the words of Henry B. Eyring
when he said, "Purity will be your protection and the protection of your children. You owe them that
blessing." I couldn't stop thinking about that at the temple and throughout that day. I am so grateful
for the gospel that encourages purity and cleanliness and for the blessing of seeking it constantly.
Jacob was gone for six days to
Scotland. I was so happy to have him home,
I took a picture of his suitcase on our bed. I'm pretty much a nerd.
Night games, roasting s'mores and now a movie outside on the lawn.
Thirty high schoolers hanging out at our house on a Friday night. I really love being a mom.
A few days ago, I took this picture. After what felt like such a devastating few days for America and
a heartbreaking couple of days for our neighborhood. I just ache when others suffer so deeply. But I
tried my best to refocus all of my sadness into prayer. Because absolutely nothing I can say or do will
matter as much as the peace that Christ can bring to a broken heart. It truly is beyond understanding.
Last night at cub scout pack meeting, we had a couple of police officers come to talk to the boys
about bike safety. It was awesome. Our cub master is absolutely incredible and I am so
grateful for her. She is one of the many that make being the Primary president so much easier.